Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

She spoke quickly but her mother continued fading until she became one with the wind. That was it! Lauren went berserk. “Mom!!!!!!!” she yelled out, hoping her mother would reappear but she didn’t. instead, the wind howled furiously and formed a whirlwind with her in its middle. It began to suck the life out of her. She screamed as loud as she could and just the moment she thought she was going to be eaten up, she heard his voice. Malcolm’s voice. Then she saw his face amidst the storm and quickly, the storm dissipated and there was calm. She was no longer at the dessert.

Winter snapped almost causing my left ear to go deaf. “I’m sorry sir” he said softly with his head faced down. “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT NOTHING MORE!” he yelled. “I wonder how Mr. Haze would think if he saw you right now.” I felt something wetting my hand as I slowly took a glance at my hand which was on the table just beneath Sorrows head. Tears had covered it and I knew they came from Sorrow. “Everyone you can go home” Mr. Winter quickly said. We all started packing our books and heading out.

Before darkness enveloped her, a desperate rasp left her throat. "No..." A weak, silent plea. A weak, silent denial. But no one was around to hear it. *** Stranded in an unfamiliar land, Qing Yue ran as fast as she could, trying to outrun the shadows relentlessly chasing after her. Her robe got caught in a stubborn twig, and as she pulled it free, she fell and crushed into numbing ice. Her eyes teared and her skin seared, the fall drawing more than blood as she got to her feet, leaving a piece of her flesh stuck to the ice.

The next few times afterward pretty much did not affect him. The silence was the most terrifying part and the most painful part more painful as he'd wished for it to happen instead of enduring the silence. And here when he lost it. he hears their moans, screams, and cries. that was begging him to stop. Their screams tore through him like a great shard of glass. His eyes widened and his pulse quicken and his heart pounded no stop. The screams came again, desperate, terrified.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I never thought silence could feel this loud. The only sound was the soft trickle of water from the lake behind me and the occasional rustle of trees as a breeze pushed through the branches. The sky hung heavy with gray clouds, low and suffocating. The storm had passed, but it left behind this thick, unmoving grief—the kind that settled deep in the chest and refused to let go. And now Vanessa stood beside me, her phone in hand, eyes glued to the screen as the video played.

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

Just breath and warmth and steady heartbeats. But even in the silence, I could feel the next storm building. Because Diane and Robert had been too quiet lately. And silence, I’d learned, often hides the deadliest moves. Still, I wasn’t the same Emma anymore. Let them come. I was ready.

He was sliding, powerless against the physics of the storm. Clarkson's head snapped around. Their eyes met across the riotous space. The world at that instant didn't just narrow—it collapsed. The roar of the wind faded to a distant hum. The pounding of the waves grew into a muffled cadence. The deck creaked and slowed to an otherworldly, drifting glide. Nothing existed except the gulf between them, a tunnel of perfect, still silence excavated from the heart of the storm.